It all started nearly three years ago now. Taking a sudden passion for photography, I started to wander on a hosting site photos, actress and spectator. I saw beautiful pictures, less beautiful, too. But one particularly struck me. It is a cliché that I had always promised to do every day or almost under my shower. I already had a very clear idea of framing I wanted, color, contrast, in short, I imagined the picture fully. And I was rather amazed to see the already existing retail nearby. At first, I thought that finally, the picture was rather mundane, it did nothing notable, and a little digging, I realized that the resemblance with each image I Current head was too disturbing for me to remain impassive. So I clicked on "How". And that's where it all began. Photo + Placebo + + glamrock loves failures = magic potion.
It is therefore almost three years, as I said. Almost three years since we discovered little by little, and again today. Three years since we share everything, serious things, stupid things, bottles of rum / coke. It's amazing how time flies.
I remember the first time I saw her. Hanging around before it Fnac Bastille, and it was waiting for us, we, eternal ball always late. Her hair followed the court of the wind, his clothes much too loose him look relaxed as she agonized inside. One to two hours later, the situation had décoincée, laughing without fear, we had one cast with each other. I felt like I know her since then that it was still far from being the case. At least for now.
I remember also, one month later, our first train trip alone. It took place in the compartment even timidly, afraid like the other one white, and then finally we are surprised to chain the two-hour trip to Metz, telling bullshit, criticizing those shadows so virtual ridiculous, and addressing this and other topics is more delicate.
I remember our first evening, our first embrace, our first confidences, our first concerts common, our first steps are, when we still had no idea that these shy exchanges could have such dire consequences. I who so admired, who do not feel large enough to have sufficient importance in his eyes ... I guess she thinks it is no longer the case " Finally I'm a poor bitch insignificant", but God knows she's wrong. Oh yes it is wrong.
I remember the first time I saw her. Hanging around before it Fnac Bastille, and it was waiting for us, we, eternal ball always late. Her hair followed the court of the wind, his clothes much too loose him look relaxed as she agonized inside. One to two hours later, the situation had décoincée, laughing without fear, we had one cast with each other. I felt like I know her since then that it was still far from being the case. At least for now.
I remember also, one month later, our first train trip alone. It took place in the compartment even timidly, afraid like the other one white, and then finally we are surprised to chain the two-hour trip to Metz, telling bullshit, criticizing those shadows so virtual ridiculous, and addressing this and other topics is more delicate.
I remember our first evening, our first embrace, our first confidences, our first concerts common, our first steps are, when we still had no idea that these shy exchanges could have such dire consequences. I who so admired, who do not feel large enough to have sufficient importance in his eyes ... I guess she thinks it is no longer the case " Finally I'm a poor bitch insignificant", but God knows she's wrong. Oh yes it is wrong.
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